[How she hates the sound of Amos' voice then- how flat it becomes. How empty. But there is no time nor place for anything but that passing thought. Hayame does not move any closer from where she has arrived, but her entire body is tense and ready, prepared in an instant to lunge forward and lay hands if she needs to.
Because Amos is right about something. If he forcibly converted Dextera now... she wouldn't hesitate to attack the both of them. And of the two... she would go for Amos first. He would put up far more of a fight than the owners of the two shards hidden in her clothing... but her hands have cracked skulls and spines since this accursed Oracle had given its conditions, and she wold not hesitate to try and crack more if need be.
In fact, if things carried on this way... She will have to start hunting more than just Meridian's traitors.]
Dextera, get over here.
[Her voice is a snap, one hand moving to gesture tersely to her side. The longer that weak-willed man stayed close to the overwhelming pressure of Amos' devotion to Yima and Zenith...]
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Because Amos is right about something. If he forcibly converted Dextera now... she wouldn't hesitate to attack the both of them. And of the two... she would go for Amos first. He would put up far more of a fight than the owners of the two shards hidden in her clothing... but her hands have cracked skulls and spines since this accursed Oracle had given its conditions, and she wold not hesitate to try and crack more if need be.
In fact, if things carried on this way... She will have to start hunting more than just Meridian's traitors.]
Dextera, get over here.
[Her voice is a snap, one hand moving to gesture tersely to her side. The longer that weak-willed man stayed close to the overwhelming pressure of Amos' devotion to Yima and Zenith...]
Now.